Lover Unleashed

As that thought coalesced in his mind, he acted on autopilot, shifting his head to the side, offering his jugular to her—

He didn’t have to ask twice. In a great surge, Payne sprang up, all but launching her whole body onto him, her hand shoving into his hair and tightening on his nape. As she held him in her grip, he was utterly immobilized, hers for the taking . . . prey for her predator. And now that she had him, she moved slowly, her fangs dropping to his skin and dragging up the column of his throat, making him stiffen in anticipation of the puncturing and the sucking. . . .

“Fuck!” he barked when she bit him. “Oh . . . yeah . . .”

His hands grabbed onto her shoulders, pulling her even closer. “Take it all . . . take—Oh God . . .oh, shit—”

Something stroked his cock. And given that he knew exactly where his palms were, it had to be her. Shifting around, going straight-up greedy, he gave her as much space to move as he could . . . and move she did, up and down against his straining erection, his hips helping her, countering the strokes.

His breath was loud in the inside of the car as he panted, and so were his moans: It didn’t take long at all until his balls went numb and the tip of his cock tightened up against the mounting pressure.

“I’m going to come,” he groaned. “You’d better stop if you don’t want me to—”

At that, she popped the bow on the scrubs and burrowed inside—

Manny saw motherfucking stars. The instant her skin was against his, he orgasmed like he’d never had one before, his head jacking back hard, his hands digging into her shoulders, his hips bucking like crazy. And she didn’t stop the drinking or the pumping—so just as it had been before, he kept it up with the releasing, the pleasure ramping higher with every spasm through his erection.

It ended way too soon.

Then again, they could have kept at it for a decade and he would have remained starved for more.

When Payne pulled out of him, she eased back and licked her way around the sharp points of her fangs, her tongue pink against the white. Man . . . that gorgeous glow was back underneath her skin, making her seem like a dream.

Oh, wait, she was one, wasn’t she.

“Your blood is strong,” she said in a husky way as she bent to him again and licked her way up his throat. “So very strong.”

“Is it?” he mumbled. And then he wasn’t sure whether he’d even spoken. Maybe he’d just thought the words.

“I can feel the power coursing through me.”

Man, he’d never been into the SUVs before—the damn things were too clunky and drove like boulders falling down a mountainside—but what he wouldn’t have given for a backseat that you could fit more than a set of golf clubs in. He wanted to lay her out and—

“I want more of you,” Payne murmured as she nuzzled him.

Well, he was still hard as stone even though he’d—

“I want you in my mouth.”

Manny’s head kicked back and he groaned as his cock twitched like it was taking a jog down there. But as much as he wanted her, he wasn’t sure she knew what she was in for. Even the thought of her lips on his—

Payne’s head went down into his lap before he could find the breath to speak, and there was no preamble; she sucked him right down, pulling him in and holding him in her wet, warm mouth.

“Fuck! Payne!”

His hands went to her shoulders, ostensibly to pull her back . . . but she was having none of that. Without coaching, she knew just how to rock him, pulling up and sucking down before licking under his shaft. And then she explored him with a thoroughness that told him she was enjoying it as much as he was, and wasn’t that a turn- on.

Except then he felt her fangs teasing around his head.

He jacked her up fast on that one, capturing her mouth in a hard kiss while he held on to her face and started to lose it all over her hands. But that didn’t last. She jerked out of his palms and went back to where she’d been, catching him in midorgasm, lapping up what his body seemed to have in spades for her.

When the kicking spasms stopped, she pulled back, looked at him . . . and slowly licked her lips.

Manny had to close his lids at that, his erection pulsing to the point of pain.

“You are taking me to your home now,” she growled.

Not a request from her. And the tone suggested that she was thinking exactly as he was.

So that was going to lead to one and only one thing.

Manny gathered himself from the inside out and then opened his eyes. Reaching up, he touched her face and then rubbed her lower lip with his thumb.

“I’m not sure we should, bambina,” he said roughly.

Her hand tightened on his cock and he moaned. “Manuel . . . I think that is very much where we need to be.”

“Not . . . a good idea.”

She pulled back farther, and retracted her hand, her glow fading. “But you are aroused. Even now.”

You think? “And that’s my point.” His eyes raked over her face and went to her breasts. He was so desperate for her, he was tempted to rip her scrubs in half and take her virginity in his car. “I’m not going to be able to hold back, Payne. I’m barely doing that now. . . .”

She purred in satisfaction and licked those red lips again. “I like when you lose control.”

Oh, God, that was soooo not helping.

“I . . .” He shook his head, thinking this was pure fucking hell—denying them both hurt that badly. “I think you need to do what you have to and leave me now. While I can still let you go—”

The knocking sound on the window made no sense at first. It was just the two of them in the empty parking lot. But then the mystery was solved:

“Get out the car. And give me your grip.”

The male voice snapped Manny’s head around to the window . . . where he stared into the barrel of a gun.

“You heard me, man. Out the car or I’ll shoot you.”

As Manny moved Payne back into her seat and away from point-blank range, he said softly to her, “When I get out, lock the doors. It’s right here.”

He moved his hand over to the dash and tapped the button.

“Just let me handle this.” He had about four hundred dollars in cash in his wallet and plenty of credit cards. “Stay inside.”

“Manuel—”

He didn’t give her a chance to respond—as far as he was concerned, that gun held all the answers and made all the rules.

Snagging his wallet, he was slow in opening the door, but quick about his up and out—and when he shut Payne in, he waited to hear the locks go down.

And waited.

Desperate to hear the punching sound of Payne getting as safe as she could, he only half heard the guy in the ski mask bark, “Your wallet. And tell the bitch to get out the car.”

“There’s four hundred—”

The wallet disappeared. “Tell her to get out or she comes with me. And the watch. I want the watch.”

Manny glanced over to the building. There were windows everywhere, and surely that guard had to take a wander to check shit out from time to time.

Maybe if he went slow with the handover—

That gun muzzle pushed right up into his face. “Watch. Now.”

It wasn’t his good one—he didn’t operate with his Piaget on, for chrissakes. But whatever—asshole could have the fucking thing. Plus, as he feigned hands that shook, he figured it would eat up—

Hard to say what happened in what order.

In retrospect, he knew that Payne had to have opened her door first. But it seemed like the instant he heard